Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool AidSkipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two daysRunning from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em allBumping Triple SixHennessy in my cup, driving through the sticksWho the bitch riding with me?Man, the devil tryna get meMotivated, under-educated, and hatedBut finally getting cake like a happy belatedBitch I made it, we onBuy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale itWrite it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil itFeel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inheritThis is war, I declare itTime is money, I can't spare itFuturistic, so simplisticPlease decipher my linguisticsSlow it down, RobitussinI'm the king, ain't no discussionAnd now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustionMy consumption is the illestSection eight, I know you feel thisOn the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at allBrighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?EBT, that's the cardI thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard

God damn, God damn, we at it againMe and my homies that know me blowing up like the TalibanYeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed upFuck around and get messed upWhen I murder the rhyme, I'm living divineYou know that I'm one of a kindLemme get it right now, hoDraped up and I'm dripped out, right now, hoCaked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, soOn the down low, haters drown slowOn the down low, haters drown slowOh God, my God, we got it all rightOh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?Uh, tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuckI be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cutThat's what's upAll these bitches out here tryna gas it upThis is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it upLife changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough"Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking usWhite Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic cupMan, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting upLive it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it upFinally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enoughNow they know my name through the nationCause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotationNow they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliationsStacking profit on profit, from this music I'm makingEven Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsakenTell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'emAnd bitch I'm still the sameDash of auto tune so y'all can feel the painBroke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my nameChasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a storyPositive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury

[Verse 3:](Hello, no one is available to take your call)I been working hard, I been searching for GodI been working hard, I been searching for God(Please leave a message after the tone)Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get youBut I insist you call me back cause I miss youI wish you well, well, I wish you would callCause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, allUh, I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all inAnd I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate meYou tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date meHaunted by vivid memories of the man who raped meAnd lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I'm me, but stillYou always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feelBetter, but you been answering me lesser and lesserSo I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm goneAnd as for he left and he ain't coming backI hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him thatNo longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting and selling thatHe broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and backI been working hard, I been searching for GodI can feel the Devil around me as they all applaudPromise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with meAnd even when you gone I can call whenever he hit meUnder pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

[Verse 4:]Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to botherHow are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw yaTried to call ya, where are ya?And Paris, what a beautiful destinationAnd perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spitefulOf all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talkWhen I see kids around the way I say "how I'm your dad"It gets me thinking 'bout incredible moments we've hadAnd on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug youBut do you think you can stop rapping about my drug use?I'm two years clean, no longer a fiendYeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're thereAnd when the time is right I know that you gon' take careOf anything I need, of your familyCan I have some tickets to your next show?Will you stand with me?Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-momMy mind going crazy, but I still look hella calmMaybe you could tell [beep]I've been feeling under pressure

[Interlude:]Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know. So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" cause you know we all fucked with Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. Alright, nigga. Hit me.

[Verse 5:]Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distantEverything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistentI know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed itI swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another placeThoughts off in another world, I started seeing another girlIt fell through, man, what a worldBut I'm so focused on my craft, unemploying my staffSuch a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draftThis letter to the ones I love, the ones that I missBrothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisceMeanwhile, people outside of my blood asking for favorsI don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behaviorTruly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe youWhen you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uhWe ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child?Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on girl, don't do me foulSorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right nowI heard you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowelHow my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruinedBut sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doingThey say family is everything, I swear that shit the truthI should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the boothThis is everything I love, this is everything I needNever sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleedThis is everything I love, everything I needNever sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleedUnder pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

[Interlude:]Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I did call you, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wondering how things are going. Deb and I aren't together anymore. Living on my own, you know. Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know, my sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta kill ya. I love you, son. So